Phil's doing a graveyard shift...

and Sumner asked him, "When you're doing a heart transplant, do you just fall asleep in the person's guts?"

The Plan for Christmas Eve

Sumner's got a plan, a plot really. He is going to stay up until midnight on Christmas Eve and steal Santa's toy bag. Then he'll have "all the toys in the world". Phil told him that he'll be on the Bad List for a long time if he goes through with it. Sumner said that wouldn't matter because the only reason to be on the Good List is to get toys, and he'd have "all the toys in the world". Plus, he claimed, "Santa would forgive me in like a day."

I thought I'd start with dome lids

I've had a little bit of writer's bloc. I think about writing everyday. I compose sentences in my head, but I don't get to the key board to get it down or pull them together. I'm experiences a lot of things that I want to record. But I can't just right now.

So I thought I'd start with dome lids. Generally, I like them. I like them when I am having a Slurpee or Icee. I like them when I have whipped cream on top of some cold Starbucks drink. I like them when they are needed. I do not like them on top of a cup with coke in it. I do not like it when someone "accidentally" grabs a dome lid at a convenience store when they should be using a flat lid. In fact, I hate it.

The Bidet Broke

Our house came with a dining room set, a snowman cookie jar, and a bidet.

And I love the bidet. Love it! It is just what one needs for freshening up on a sticky day down here. It makes one (perhaps me?) feel clean all over.

And then one day we came downstairs for breakfast and the wall below the “pink” bathroom had a dreadful water stain screaming at us. Seven plumbers (not kidding, SEVEN!), a giant hole in our ceiling, children being bathed in the utility sink, and nearly two weeks later, it looks like the corroded pipe leading to the bidet is to blame.

I will not live in this city without a bidet. I simply cannot.